Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 189

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Liam leaned slightly on Mondo’s shoulder, his steps uneven.

Meanwhile, Izzy wrapped her arm around his waist, doing her best to steady him as they led him into the house.

“He’s heavier than he looks,” Mondo muttered under his breath.

“He’s solid muscle,” Izzy replied, adjusting her grip as they made it to the living room. She never thought that one day, she would have to drag a drunk Liam back into their house.

“Right,” Mondo grunted. “Next time he gets drunk at his own launch party, I’m letting someone else carry him.”

Liam said nothing. His head lolled slightly, his eyes half–closed, but he was still conscious–just barely.

“Let’s get him to the bedroom,” Izzy said.

With Mondo’s help, they managed to guide Liam down the hall and into the master bedroom. He collapsed onto the mattress the moment they reached it, landing with a heavy thud. His shoes were still on, his shirt untucked, and his blazer crumpled beneath him.

Mondo exhaled, rolling his shoulders. “You sure you’ve got it from here?”

Izzy nodded. “Yeah. Go home. You’ve done enough.”

“Text me if you need backup,” he said, already stepping out.

“Right… that thing that I told you. Can you please find out what happened?” Izzy asked.

“Will do.”

As soon as she heard the front door close, Izzy turned to Liam, who was now fully passed out.

“Of course,” she muttered to herself, tugging his blazer off. “You sleep now after making everyone babysit you.”

She tossed the blazer aside and loosened his tie. After a few tugs, she managed to get his shoes off, then his socks. He didn’t stir. She sighed. “I should probably clean you up.”

But first, soup.

as she opened the fridge. She gathered the ingredients quickly–broth, garlic, green onions, soft tofu, and a few spices Liam had sworn by the last time he told her how to cure a hangover. “Strong flavors. Low oil. Warm. No sugar.” She remembered it clearly. Liam mentioned other stuff like Jujube but she doesn’t have those so this should just

as she could. It would take some time for

to the bedroom, Liam was sprawled across the bed, one arm over

and began unbuttoning his shirt, careful not to wake him. Once it was off, she grabbed a warm cloth and wiped him down–his neck, his arms, even his face. He didn’t stir, not once. His breathing was slow and even.

relaxed now, and the lines on his forehead softened. Vulnerable. It felt strange

best she could, then pulled a blanket over his bare torso.

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didn’t look away.

“How she’d react if she found out. About the pieces you moved. The people you paid off. The way you kept

and sharp. “Try

narrowed his eyes. “Is that

how you are able to prove all this allegations without

boy who used to lose sleep over his father’s moods. Not the teenager who

had disappointed him, but because he had always resisted. Even as a kid, Liam never did what was expected just for

was

you’re in control now,” Olivier said, stepping closer to the desk. “I see. Was it because you now have your company? Your name? Your marriage?” Olivier scoffed. “Let’s make this simple Liam. You either start listening to me–or I tell her

Liam didn’t speak.

How you made sure she found

you’ll be alone. All that work, all that planning, and it’ll be

nothing. He didn’t flinch. He

at

took a breath and stepped closer to

those backdoor lenders. You knew she would gamble. You let it happen. Then you waited. Until she pawned Isabella’s properties just to crawl out

didn’t change.

Olivier continued. “You designed it. You created it. So Isabella would be forced to carry it. You wanted her desperate. You wanted her vulnerable. You wanted to be the

stop there.

convenient timing right when Calen Weiss was starting to rebuild? That was you too. You exposed it. You wanted to shake the board. Undermine the man, make him

gaze didn’t leave

thought it was buried deep enough, shuffled through offshore filters, a

He smiled, briefly.

“Except me.”

Liam remained still.